Mile High // l.s.

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Warnings : non-con / smut

{Louis' POV}

After me and the man finally drove away from my house, well former house. We slipped into silence except for the music playing from the radio.

"Um s-sir what's your name?" I stuttered out, hoping I wouldn't have to keep calling him sir. "For now you will call me sir, unless Harry allows you to call me by my real name." The older boy stated a bit coldly. We once again went into silence and I really didn't like it, so I decided to speak up again, "Um so what exactly is Mile High?" I asked, including the quotation marks with my hands when I said Mile High.

"You'll find out. Now Louis, I'm going to tell you some basic rules that Harry wanted me to tell you." He replied, turning his head to me before quickly turning his attention back to the road. "Oh um alright." I said, hoping the rules weren't anything too crazy.

"Rule one, never refuse anything Harry, Liam or myself tell you to do," I nodded at the mans words even though he couldn't see me. "Rule two, you will NOT share your age. Ever. Rule three, you will only wear panties around the house unless told other wise. Rule four, cursing isn't allowed unless you're with a customer." My eyes widened at the word 'customer', "Um excuse me, sir what do you mean by 'customer'." I asked softly.

"Louis if you don't stop asking questions I will not hesitate to pull this car over and give you a few swats on the bum, now hush up." The man replied harshly. "Okay now let me continue. Rule five, you will call Harry daddy." My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Calling this unknown man daddy scared me and creeped me out a bit. "Rule six, never refuse punishment, if you do, the punishment will be worse. I think that's all. Any questions?."

"I um... I'm really confused about this whole thing to be honest, and I don't like the whole daddy, no clothes, or the punishment thing..." I mumbled under my breath as if that would help contain the Pakistani boy.

"Oh well, you'll get over it. We are about 10 minutes from Mile High," He said, peering down to look at me before speaking again, "Take off your shirt". I grabbed the hem of the shirt, pulling it over my head and holding it in my hand. "You can just toss that in the back." I did as I was told, tossing it where my luggage currently was.

The man started to slow down considerably. Peering out the window, I look to see a bunch of buildings surround by a black fence. The man slowed down even more until we reached, what looked like a gate to a neighbourhood, but there was still only about 5 different buildings.

"Hello Zayn, did getting the twink go alright?" A deep voice said through the speaker. "Yes Harry, it went good, I got him ready and went over the rules you told me too." Now I think I can assume the man who felt me up earlier and drove me here is Zayn and the man talking into the speaker is this famous Harry Styles.

"Perfect, is his asś as nice as the pictures?" The deep voice asked though the speaker. "Yes it is. I pushed him against the wall and felt his plump arsë, it's nice and jiggly." Zayn said before continuing, "Harry let me in so you can meet him."

"Good idea Z, what would I do without you?" Harry replied before the gate slowly opened, Zayn driving through. I started looking at all the buildings like a fat kid in a candy shop, looking at all the new candy. We went through a maze of roads to get to one of the medium sized buildings in the very back. When Zayn stopped the car and turned it off I decided to climb out of the car. I had to jump to get down; once I was on the ground I turn to look for Zayn only to be met with a much taller man with a head full of curls. "Um sorry sir I didn't see you there. Do you happen to know where Zayn is?" I asked the curly haired man. "Zayn, I thought you told him my rules?" The man yelled at Zayn.